"Jingyu, have you really thought about it?"

At this time, in the hall, Shen Birong asked with a straight face. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hearing his mother's words, he responded solemnly, "Yes, mother, Jing Yu is going to start communicating the medium between the upper and lower realms today. ”

"As long as you decide, if you really can't communicate, then wait for the cultivation to be promoted in the future... Maybe your master has already entered the upper realm, and it is possible to meet him by chance, everything is possible. Shen Birong heard her son's answer, and also knew that it was more appropriate for him to choose this method to enter the upper realm.

If it is death, once it fails, it is really death.

"Jingyu, remember that if this method doesn't work out, and you get out of the way. As you consider whether or not to re-enter the Upper Realm, be sure to remember to inform the Father. Remember, you must remember!" At this moment, Liu Zhiming's voice suddenly said.

And just as he was about to say goodbye to his mother and them, he heard his father say so softly for the first time. It was the first time he'd been back, and it was a bit of a rarity.

"Got it, Dad. Liu Jingyu held back the excitement in his heart and spoke.

"It's good to know, remember that we are always there for you. If, after entering the upper realm, you feel lonely, just think that there are family members at home who are thinking about you and thinking about you, then you will not feel lonely. Liu Zhiming woke up.

"Remember, Jingyu, we are always at home waiting for you to come back. At this moment, Liu Yongyang, Liu Zhiming and Shen Birong said at the same time.

Hearing such warm words from his family, he suddenly felt that the cold feeling in his heart was faintly warm in the past few days. But he had to enter the upper realm to bring Yu Yan into the lower realm, so he had to resist the impulse and reluctance in his heart, resolutely turned his head, and did not say half a word, proving his determination to enter the upper realm with his actions.

As he turned his head to his room, his shoulders shook a few times. It was very small, but he could still feel it.

As soon as he left the hall, he took a stride towards his room, knowing that this was not the time to be sad.

When Liu Jingyu left the hall, Shen Birong didn't hold back, and suddenly burst into tears, so she had to lie on Liu Zhiming's shoulder and sob.

Although Liu Zhiming didn't show it on his face, he knew from what he said just now that he cared about his son, not to mention Liu Yongyang, his grandfather. At this time, the two old men were all red-faced, and they wanted to cry but couldn't hold back, but their inner emotions couldn't change.

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After a while, Liu Jingyu returned to his room.

At this point, everything is ready, and it is ready to use the Tao to communicate the medium that exists between the upper and lower realms. As for what this medium is, no one knows it, so it has to rely on methods and use the Tao to communicate.

Close the door, sit cross-legged on the bed, and begin to prepare to communicate with the medium.

When he calmed down completely, he began to use the immortal path he majored in to try to communicate with that medium.

At this time, in his mind, he replayed over and over again the Taoist and immortal techniques taught by the master on the mountain. Again and again, I used the fairy way to communicate with that medium, but I never felt any strange feeling. It seems to be much faster than when I was cultivating, and I didn't feel anything else.

When he didn't feel the strange feeling, but he felt that the vitality of heaven and earth was constantly gathering around him, and there was nothing else.

After a long time, he began to get anxious in his heart, thinking, "Could it be that the Dao of the major should be communicated at the end?"

Thinking of this, he gave up using the Immortal Dao to communicate with that medium first, but used this time to calm down and think about what kind of Dao, and it would work to communicate with that medium first.

Since there is no result, as long as the immortal path communicates at the end. So, he began to use the more well-known kendo to communicate with that medium.

At this moment, the sword qi formed by the convergence of heaven and earth vitality gradually converged around him, and then turned into sword blades, constantly turning around his body.

But he didn't feel any changes outside his body, but felt as if his soul had entered a strange space. When the soul had entered that strange space, he could be sure that it must be the medium that existed between the upper and lower realms.

As soon as he entered that space, what he saw was that there were potholes everywhere in that space, and he couldn't tell what it was from a distance, but when he walked in, he could clearly see that it was cut out of sword qi and sword blades, and how much cultivation it would take to make such a big trace.

"Whatever way of communication is the medium, what kind of way is used to break through. He always remembered this point from his mother, but he didn't have any hints to break through it.

Now he has to use his own methods to break the level. In an instant, his fingertips gradually gathered sword qi, and in less than a breath, his fingertips were gathering sword qi. This is also because there are so many sword qi in this strange space, otherwise he would not have gathered sword qi so quickly.

When he swung the sword qi between his fingers and shot out quickly, this space did not cause any waves because of it, and the sword qi that shot out returned to the space again, and then returned to a quiet place.

Seeing that this was the case, he tried several more times, and each time it was the same.

At this time, he seemed even more confused, and recalled in his mind.

"Since this is the medium between the upper and lower realms, and I am also the medium through which I communicate, why is there no hint or guidance of the mind?

When he thought that this was not the medium between the upper and lower realms, he wandered around this space for a while. Except for the sword qi along the way, the potholes and pits that the blade slashed out, the sword qi is not aggressive, and there is nothing else.

Seeing this situation, I once again thought that there was no different feeling when I entered this space. He sat cross-legged again and began to use kendo to communicate with the medium again.

At this time, when he communicated, the sword qi in this space gathered around him more rapidly, and the sword qi continued to gradually enter his body as if he had encountered something.

If he could feel the changes within his body, he would be able to feel that there were sword qi gathering in the dantian. Slowly, this sword qi converged into a whirlpool. And the whirlpool gathered by the sword qi kept rotating within its dantian, I don't know what the sword qi vortex is transforming?

"Poof!" A slight sound came from the dantian, although he couldn't feel the changes in his body, but he could feel the slight sound.

When he sensed the movement again, he didn't feel it anymore.

I don't know how long it had been, but he hadn't felt any strange sensations. He opened his eyes slowly, and when he opened them, the scene in front of him was so familiar, wasn't this his own room?

Then, he sat cross-legged again, ignoring nothing else. Closing his eyes, he used the sword path to communicate with that medium again, but this time, he never felt the space full of sword energy, let alone the medium with strange and mental guidance.

Since Kendo didn't communicate? Of course he didn't know. Then we have to use other channels to communicate with that medium.

After closing his eyes, he didn't deliberately use any kind of Tao to communicate with that medium in his heart, but he felt that he was using the painting channel in the text to communicate with that medium.

Familiar scenes kept turning in his mind, including the calligraphy and paintings he drew when he and Yu Yan were selling calligraphy and paintings together. And one of the paintings of Tianmu Mountain, every other painting appears in his mind, very clear. It is a hundred times clearer than the painting of Tianmu Mountain painted before, or even ten thousand times. And that's not all, the main thing is that this painting is as real as it is, alive!

When he felt that strange feeling, he slowly opened his eyes and saw Tianmu Mountain. This is the place where he has lived for more than ten years, how can he forget.

Seeing this situation, the first thing that came to his mind was that this was not a medium between the upper and lower realms. Although he has always wanted to enter Tianmu Mountain to see the place where he has lived for more than ten years, at this moment he resolutely closed his eyes and used the painting to communicate again.

The next moment, when it opened its eyes. The first thing he saw was the familiar scene in his room, and he didn't know what the reason for this happened.

"The boat has its own way to the bridge. When he thought of this saying, he used other ways to communicate again, and this time, he did not communicate with his own nature, but with this kind of way in his mind.

At this time, he was already communicating with that medium for the fourth time.

At this moment, what he was thinking in his heart was to use the Great Dao of the Flesh to communicate. In his mind, he kept recalling the scenes of his physical exercise, borrowing the vitality of heaven and earth to stimulate the power of the body, triggering the body to communicate with the medium.

And the space of this communication is not a mountain as he imagined. When he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was an ocean, and the ocean was flowing with electric light and making a sound of 'sizzling'.

"It's a sea of thunder, not an ocean. With such a sentence, he subconsciously exclaimed.

He was not happy to see that it was a strange scene suitable for exercising his body. Instead, he sat cross-legged, once again using the avenue of the flesh to communicate with the medium, this time as he expected. As soon as he opened his eyes, he appeared in his room.

At this time, if he didn't guess that all the Dao he had cultivated must have been communicated, he probably wouldn't have that prompt and guide of his thoughts.

Close your eyes again and use the Tao to communicate with that medium.

After the communication, they all enter a different strange space, and when they use the chess path to communicate with the medium, they enter a bamboo forest, and there is a game of chess in the bamboo forest.

When he was communicating with the medium through the book, he entered a room full of books. But these books are not paper books, but jade slips made of bamboo pieces, or some characters carved from bones.

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Again and again, he used the Tao he practiced to communicate with that medium, and they all appeared in a different and strange space. The way of the sword and the avenue of the flesh that he himself cultivated... Painting, calligraphy, chess...

Now, only the immortal path taught by the master has not communicated with the upper realm. Although there was no communication the first time, who knows if the major path will be communicated at the end?

Now, he sat cross-legged again, using the immortal path to communicate with that medium. This time, the communication took the least time, and it was very smooth to communicate to that different and strange space.

When he opened his eyes, he saw not a space, but a cage, different from the cage where the criminals of the dynasty lived. This cage had nine pillars, and he was in the middle of them, as if he were a criminal?

He didn't feel strange when he saw another strange scene, because every time he communicated, the strange space that appeared in that medium was different, and he was not surprised.

Since all the paths he cultivated communicated with that medium, he didn't know if it was that medium.

So, he used the immortal path to communicate with that medium again. This time, when he opened his eyes, he saw not the familiar room, but the same cage.

Now, all the ways he cultivated communicated with that medium one by one, and now he couldn't go back to the room. He had to wait for a hint and guidance from his mind in this strange space.

Nothing else!

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